Meet me in the nothingness, and at the end of earthy noises
Meet me when the dawn slowly melds into dusk...
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(Quillon)
The forest was familiar and comforting. Quillon was running towards something. Someone. He somehow knew where he was going, who he was meeting. His whole body buzzed with the knowledge.
The soft blue glow surrounded the whole place and he knew he was once again with her, dreaming. But this time, the dream felt more intense, sharper, as if meeting her in real life had somehow changed the dreamscape, as well.
The shadows were thick, and the moon was only half alive, as its silver streams slowly filled the broken shadows. His whole body was vibrating in anticipation as he stared at the endless stretch of forest going on and on and then she appeared. Like an angel
